#bc i just woke up from a vivid dream about one of the babies at work where i had him all night and at 7am

[clownboy-yeehonk]

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[erxxi3]

haiii saw that requests were open so could i get a fic where ellie comforts her gf after a nightmare with sex? :3

UHHH…… 😳

This has got to be my favorite request although there is many more favs. I just had to add strap queen ellie bc its the best way to comfort the reader, so I hope you enjoy the little sessions in this ;)

nsfw. Ellie Williams. [Cc. 62k]

A/N: I hope you enjoy reading this and thank you for requesting!

You’re breathing heavily as if you took a heavy hit, but you were running for your life in the most unforgettable dream ever where ellie was gone she wasn’t with you anymore, wasn’t there to protect you in such a cruel world where nobody you knew or loved was there. It was supposed to be a dream, yet it was a nightmare. Jolting up in bed, your heart pounded like crazy and the air felt heavy on your lungs. You tried to take a deep breath, but it came out as a shaky inhale. It hurt to inhale and exhale at the same time; you couldn’t breathe in and out as easy, so you just closed your eyes and tried again. It still didn’t work. Ellie woke up a few minutes later to you having a whole panic attack and crying your eyes out. She immediately wrapped her arms around you, held you close and rocked side to side.

Your body shuddered as you cried, and you buried your face into her neck trying not to make any noise. Ellie stroked your back soothingly, whispering words of encouragement until eventually, the tremors stopped and your breaths evened out. “It’s okay, babe…I’m here.” Ellie spoke quietly as you leaned against her. A couple minutes passed while you composed yourself and you could finally open your eyes to look at her properly.

She sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you onto her lap, wrapping her arm around your shoulder. She kissed your forehead gently, then your nose, your eyelids “Hey love, do you want to talk about what happened?” she asked softly, rubbing circles into your hip with her thumb. The gesture helped calm you slightly, and you nodded your head against her chest. You told her everything from beginning to end. Everything that had happened, what you had saw from vivid memory of your nightmare. By the end of it all, Ellie had tears streaming down her cheeks and her eyes looked bloodshot. You were still shaking, though. Your voice was soft, raspy, and broken as you finished talking. “Sorry…” you murmured. “You didn’t need to hear this”

“Don’t apologize. I don’t mind at all, Y/N. I can’t believe this happened, sweet girl…” she started, as her eyes met yours. “I am so sorry…” she mumbled, pulling you closer to her. She rubbed your back again as you continued sobbing into her shirt. After a while, your breathing slowed and you felt safe than before.

“I’ll always protect you, baby.” She mumbled reassuringly, kissing the top of your head once more. “I won’t let anything happen to you ever again.”

You pulled back and smiled slightly, wiping your eye with the sleeve of your hoodie. Ellie smiled warmly back, wiping away your remaining tears. She cupped your cheek tenderly. “So beautiful.” She whispered, her voice full of emotion. She leaned forward and pressed her lips softly against yours. For a moment, there was nothing except for you and Ellie’s lips pressed together. Then the kiss got deeper, and Ellie pushed you on your back. “Let me show you how much I love you…” she mumbled, kissing along your jawline and up along your cheek to the corner of your mouth, nuzzling your nose with hers as she went. As your kisses grew heated you moved in her lap, now straddling her legs to get closer to her. She moaned softly, reaching between your legs with one hand and running the fingers of the other along your thigh, lightly scratching your skin. She broke contact momentarily for a minute to reach into your bag, pull out a silicone purple strap-on.

Holding it firmly between her teeth, she guided you off her lap and towards her bedroom floor so she could get closer to you. You both laid against the headboard panting slightly, Ellie leaning over you and putting the inserting inside your pussy. She lubed it up, slowly pushing in until only half of it was in, then slowly easing out again before moving it all the way in. She repeated this several times before sliding the rest of it in. You gripped the sheets beneath you, moaning softly. Ellie placed a finger across your lips. She positioned herself

to where it was easy to quicken her pace. She began thrusting faster, harder, faster, as soon as she found a good rhythm. “Oh fuck yes” she groaned loudly, gripping the headboard beside you so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head when she reached orgasm, you began coming undone with the force of it all. She took your nippler in her mouth to suck it while continuing to move against you. You whimpered at the sudden change in stimulation, grasping for something to hold onto. Ellie grabbed you by the hips once again and brought you back to the edge of your climax, quickly bringing you back into her and rocking your hips with the speed of a piston.

You came again in waves, moaning louder than you had been doing before, your eyes rolling back into your head as you rode out a final wave and collapsed in her waiting arms after she pulled out. Ellie held you closely, letting your head rest on her chest, holding you like a baby. You both lay like that for a while, taking each other's warmth and comfort, neither wanting to move for fear that you would break whatever magic bubble this moment was built around.

Eventually, Ellie pulled away slightly so that she could look at you, smiling as she brushed some loose strands of hair behind your ear. “Do you feel better after those two rounds?” she asked softly. You nodded in response. Ellie grinned and leaned in to press a quick, chaste kiss to your lips before sitting up completely.

“Babe, about we go for a late night drive?” Ellie asked, standing up from the bed. You gave her a smile and nodded in agreement. She smiled and offered her hand down to help you stand. She led you out of the room and downstairs and to her car. She opened the passenger door and climbed into the driver’s seat without a word. You did the same, getting in the middle of the front seat with your feet propped up on the dashboard.

Ellie put one of her hands on the steering wheel as she glanced sideways at you, before she placed her free hand on your thigh. She rubbed it gently, feeling you tense up under her touch for a split second before relaxing again. She sighed in content and relaxed as well. This was nice; just two lovers enjoying each others presence in their car, in the dark on a late night drive.

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[homosociallyyours]

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CW: intense dream description that involves abuse/csa, not real but ugh my dream brain didn't know it

[idyllic-ghost]

title: Soft pairing: beomgyu x afab!fem!reader genre: established relationship, fluff, smut warnings: wet dreams, dry humping, beomgyu is a tits guy (you can't argue against this), oral (f receiving), protected sex synopsis: waking up next to you always felt like a blessing to beomgyu, especially when he can show just how much he appreciates you wordcount: 1.8k taglist:

rating: 18+

request: beomgyu is our pisces bc I love him and so do u :) key-points: half asleep morning sex, it feels like a dream, he had a very very vivid dream and now your making it come true for him, it’s sweet and feels like clouds and dewy mornings

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Disclaimer: The scenarios and depictions in my works are fictional and do not represent real-life situations. They do not aim to reflect the complexities of any culture, city, or individual. All characters are entirely fictional, regardless of names or descriptions.

MDNI: Adults only. Minors are not allowed. Any minors found will be blocked.

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You woke up to the sound of rain smattering against the window. It was soft, barely audible, and pleasant to wake up to. Much like the softness of the rain, your boyfriend's arms were softly wrapped around your torso. His head was on your chest, and you brought your hand up to the back of his head to keep him there. There was a great need in you to keep him as close as possible. It must have been because you hadn't seen him for so long. Between practice and award shows, he hardly had time to come visit you - no matter how much he complained about it.

Beomgyu stirred in his sleep as your fingers moved through his hair. It was too cold outside the covers, and he moved closer to you to steal some of your warmth. You watched as his nose scrunched up and his eyes shut tighter. He was waking up.

"Gyu? Wake up, baby." You petted his head as he nuzzled his face into your chest.

"Why..." He groaned and held you tighter.

"Breakfast?"

"I don't want breakfast."

"You don't want breakfast?"

"No," he grumbled. "I want to stay here."

His voice was raspy and his eyes were still shut. If you ever wanted to do something during the day, then you would have to get him up right now. He had a tendency to spend hours in bed with you if you didn't manage to get him up as soon as he woke up. It wasn't a bad habit, you definitely enjoyed it, but neither of you had time for it today.

"What if I make you your favorite breakfast?" you murmured. "Would you get up then?"

With a quiet groan, Beomgyu got on top of you. His elbows leaned on either side of your stomach, and his face was right above your chest. You let him have his moment and laid still on your back. One of his hands went under your sleep shirt, feeling the warm and plush skin of your stomach.

"So I can have you?" he asked with a lazy grin.

"Me?" Your face flushed.

"Yeah." He lifted up your shirt slightly and pressed a kiss to your stomach. "You."

You let out a shuttering breath as he kissed down your abdomen, over your hips, and to your soft thighs. This wasn't a part of your plan to get him out of bed, but you were really appreciating this turn. However, you were starting to wonder what had gotten into him.

"But you wanted breakfast, no?" he stopped.

You narrowed your eyes at him, as a childish grin played on his lips. This is just like him. He has the nerve to make you horny this early in the day, and then tease you for it as if it wasn't hist fault.

"Beomgyu..." You sighed. "Could you please not do that today?"

"I'm not doing anything."

"Yeah, that's the problem," you said. "Why are you even doing this?"

He leaned over you, resting his head on your chest once again. Beomgyu pouted, trying to make you feel some pity for him. It was actually working, but maybe just because he looked so cute.

"I had a dream - a nice dream - and you woke me up from it," he muttered.

"Oh, I'm sorry." You patted his head. "I still don't understand why that would make you want to start something."

"Because the dream was about you," he said quietly. "And I just wanted to continue what was happening in the dream."

Beomgyu shifted so that he could look up at you. Beneath his seemingly innocent facade, laid lust deep in his eyes. You took note of his hard length against your leg as he subtly started to grind against you.

"Tell me what it was about," you said as you cupped his cheek in your palm.

"We were in bed, like this, but you were on top of me." He breathed out shakily. "And you didn't have this on..."

He played with the hem of your shirt again, trying to lift it up higher and higher.

"Do you want me to take it off?" you asked.

"Yes, please," he said almost cutely, and it felt so out of place for the position you were in.

You sat up, making Beomgyu sit up as well. He was straddling one of your legs as you took off the shirt over your head. As soon as you had thrown the shirt aside, his hands went to your chest to squeeze your boobs. A mischievous giggle left his lips, and you laughed at him.

"Why do you like them so much?" you asked.

"They're boobs?" he said as if that would clarify everything. "They're soft and it feels nice... this is okay, right?"

"It's okay." You nodded with a delicate laugh.

Beomgyu leaned forward, bringing his lips to yours. He pecked your lips first, smiling at the way you kept your eyes closed, and the way your mouth formed into a pout as a way of asking for more. So he leaned back in, giving you a real kiss. You fell back onto the bed and Beomgyu followed. He pushed his knee between your legs, giving you some relief. You let out a pleased sigh when his lips started to travel down your neck and to your collar bones.

"You're so lovely..." he muttered unprompted against your skin. "So pretty, so admirable, so smart, and wonderful."

A laugh bubbles up from your stomach. He looked into your eyes. In his beautiful brown eyes, you found ocean waves crashing against a rocky shore during a slightly chilly morning. He was both the warmest light felt during the summer evenings and the comforting darkness of a winter morning. Beomgyu was the moon and the stars, but also the rippling water of a shimmering stream. And when he looked at you, you were at a loss for words. No matter that these images appeared in your mind as soon as you saw him because you could never describe them to him.

"Do you really think so highly of me?" you asked with a teasing smile.

"Of course I do." He planted another kiss on your lips.

"You're such a softie." You giggled and gently hit his chest.

He grabbed your hand and kept it to his chest. Right above his heart, he pressed your palm flat. There, you felt his heart beat quicker than you could have imagined. He smiled at you, and you kissed it away.

"Did me being sappy ruin the mood?" he asked quietly.

"No, not at all."

"Good."

His hand grazed your side with a feather-like touch. It ghosted over your thigh, his fingertips barely touching you. After a few more kisses down your neck and chest, he sat up and took off his shirt. Like you had before, he threw it somewhere in the room without much forethought. You sat up as well, your hands immediately touching his bare chest. He grabbed your hands and brought them to his lips, kissing each palm before capturing his face with your hands. When your hands were secured on his face, he grabbed your thighs and dragged you closer to him. You now sat with your legs on either side of his, as he was sitting on his knees.

"Can I touch you?", he asked.

You hummed, and with that, he brought his hand to your clothed core. At first, he only cupped you and gently caressed the area. But then his middle and ring finger became focused on your clit. Quiet whimpers formed from your lips at his gentle and slow pace. When a wet patch started to form on your panties, and your breath grew heavier, Beomgyu moved you to lay down again. You lifted your hips and let him pull the last garment off of you. He pressed a soft kiss to your hip before he delved into your pussy. It wasn't messy like it usually was. This time he was precise. He knew what he wanted. And as you grew louder in volume, and you started getting wetter than before, he pulled away. You pouted at him, but you didn't have much time to say anything. Beomgyu pressed a kiss on your lips before turning the two of you around, letting you straddle him. With a small grin, you started to grind against his still-covered erection.

"Let me take these off first," he grumbled.

You got off him and went to the bedside table. In one of the drawers, you got out a condom and ripped it open. When you turned back to Beomgyu, he had already taken off his boxers and pumped himself up a few times. You took out the rubber and pushed it on his length.

"Come on, I'm getting restless..." Beomgyu huffed.

"Okay, okay, just wait a second." You giggled as you lined yourself up with him.

When you sank down on him, the two of you let out a unanimous moan. His hands went to hold your thighs, squeezing the flesh there. As you adjusted to him, you slowly started to bounce. In Beomgyu's eyes, you were the prettiest you ever had been at this moment. Your hair was a mess, you had a pleased yet somehow wicked smile, and your soft skin was all on display for him. A buzzing sensation built up in your lower stomach. And even though you felt so amazing, your legs were getting increasingly tired. Your movements grew sloppy, and your climax faded away from you.

"I'm too tired for this..." You groaned and leaned on his chest, subtly grinding on him.

"Do you want me to take over?" Beomgyu asked.

"Please?" You looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes.

He nodded and turned the two of you around. With your back on the mattress, he intertwined his hands with yours before he started thrusting into you again. Even your hands are soft, and Beomgyu stops to take in the feeling for a moment. It's only when you start to whine for him to move that he does so.

"You're so demanding..." Beomgyu teased between grunts. "Constantly need to be stuffed with my cock, huh?"

"Please, I'm so close..." you breathed out.

Beomgyu hums, and shifts to bring your legs over his shoulders. Now he was going even deeper, and with his fast pace, you couldn't hold it in for much longer. Neither of you said much more, instead letting your moans and whimpers speak for you. You came first, squeezing around his cock while Beomgyu rubbed lazy circles on your clit. And while you were riding out your high, he came as well. His body leaned on yours, pressing you into the mattress. You had regained some consciousness and wrapped your arms around him. Your fingers traced figures around his back.

"Thank you, Gyu..." you whispered against the top of his head, where you placed a few kisses.

"You're so very welcome..." he muttered against your skin, and you know he means it in a cocky way but it's difficult to get that across when snuggling into someone's chest. "Could we go back to sleep now?"

"No, baby, we have things to do," you hummed. "The breakfast offer still stands."

"I'll make it with you," he answered and finally gets off of you to lay on his back. "Just give me a minute."

You get up and wobble towards the bathroom, and Beomgyu watches you with a teasing smile. But he doesn't say anything because you have just offered him breakfast, and he doesn't want to risk that.

The sound of rain still echoes against the windows, and Beomgyu takes a deep breath to take it all in before he gets up and discards the condom. He puts on a clean set of lounge-wear and prepares a pile of clothes for you as well. And while he waits for you to get to the kitchen, he prepares everything he needs to make the perfect breakfast.

[spenciebabie]

Could u do a fic that is kind of similar to the one u just wrote but the reader and Spence have to share a bed, and in her sleep the reader starts grinding on Spencer Bc she shaving a wet dream. Spence wakes up super hard and he wakes her gently Bc she needs to stop or he’ll cum. This time it’s sub Spence and u ride the shit out of him.

Hell yeah I can!

This is the other blurb (that’s a hand job with non-sub!spence)

And here’s some vibes

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He thought that maybe he was dreaming for a minute. When he woke up she was curled around him, her arms holding him close, both of her legs tight around one of his.

They’d shared a bed before while they were away but nothing like this had ever happened. Only ever in Spencer’s dreams.

But this time felt so real, too real. And when she started to move against his leg, grinding down against his thigh as she moaned into his shirt he realized that it wasn’t his dream, it was hers.

For a second he didn’t want to wake her. In part because he wanted to keep watching. He wanted to know what she looked like, what she sounded like when she came, when she was close. But it felt wrong. And on top of that he had a problem of his own.

The way she moved, the little whimpers she made. They were all so much that he was hard already, achingly so. He needed to wake her up soon or she’d be waking up to mess of both of theirs between her legs.

There was no doubt in his mind that she wasn’t dreaming about him. Why would she be? So to save the both of them the torment he decided to wake her up. Nudging her gently, trying to pry her off of him just a bit until she woke up with a jolt.

Looking up at him with shocked eyes and pulling away from him enough that he felt horrible. Of course she hated this, she’d been having some great dream about some handsome guy and she’d woken up next to Spencer.

“I’m sorry— I— you were having—”

“No I know” her breathing is harsh, and she can feel the damp patch between her legs. And she remembers the dream well enough to know that it was Spencer that was making her feel that way.

“I’m sorry, this is so—” she’s about to break into a long winded apology when she realizes that it’s not just her. As Spencer turns away from her to lay on his back it’s painfully obvious just how hard he is. The outline of his cock so plainly visible under the thin sheet.

He moves to place his hands over it when he sees where her eyes land, but there’s no point. They’re both just in a stalemate now.

“It’s not— I wasn’t— I’ll go, it just you were—” Spencer’s gasping, his chest and his neck entirely flushed pink and it was steadily creeping up to his face as he continued to ramble. So she stopped him.

“I was just having a sex dream about you Spencer” she says it, looking straight into his eyes, and that cuts him off right away.

“Y-you were?” He looks even more flustered than before by the confession. So she nods.

“We were in a bed, a bit like this one actually. But I was on top of you, riding you. I think I was actually about to cum before you woke me up?”

He’s speechless now, even if he had words to say he’s not sure they’d make it out of his mouth.

“Is that something that you’ve ever thought about Spencer?” He wants to shout ‘yes’ of course he has. So many times he’s woken up to wet briefs after having a vivid dream exactly like that.

“Is this real? Is this really happening?” He breathes out, so shaky and nervous that she just wants to kiss his pink little cheeks. So fuck it, she does.

Leaning in close and placing a small kiss on each before landing on his soft flushed lips. His eyes close as their mouths connect and this certainly felt more real than it ever had before.

“Yeah” he gasps out when her lips pull off his own, “I’ve thought about that so many times”

With that she sits up and throws one of her legs over his lap so she’s straddling him. His cock still painfully hard, and so so close to where he wanted it to be.

She leans down again and captures his lips in another kiss, rougher and hungrier this time filled with want. And he’s a goner. As if he wasn’t already.

“I’ve thought about it too, over and over, how you’d feel inside me” she pulls back to look him in the eyes, “Do you want to find out what it feels like to fill me up Spence?”

He can’t even speak so he’s just nodding.

She works fast from there readjusting herself so that she could take off her pajamas, and her panties, she wasn’t wearing a bra so she was naked in front of him in no time as he took off his own clothes.

And then she was perched in his lap, completely bare and completely perfect, somehow even better than he had ever imagined.

She lifts herself up to hold his cock in her hand, positioning it right at her entrance. Before she does anything else she gives him one more look, “are you sure you want this baby?” She asks and he’s still in disbelief really but he manages to answer.

“More than I’ve wanted anything”

And that was good enough. She sinks down on him, taking him in inch by inch, tantalizingly slow. She was doing it on purpose of course, the way he squirmed under her, the way his lips fell open with tiny little moans from just the feeling of her around him, not even moving. He was so fucking cute.

When she finally had him the whole way inside of her she stopped for a second to lean down and give him a kiss, letting him moan into her mouth as she could feel his cock twitch inside of her. He was so desperate, so needy.

So she took a little pity on him and finally started to move, working her hips up and down slowly at first, grinding just a little as his head fell back against the headboard. Already overwhelmed.

“Spence, you can touch me you know” she moans out herself “I want you to”

And he’s nodding, his hands that had been resting at his sides coming up to grab her waist, digging in as she continued to ride him. He let them wander for a while, tentatively gripping one of her breasts until she gasped in pleasure above him and he realized he’d done something right.

So he gripped them again, harsher this time before sitting up a little so that he could bring his mouth to them. Trailing little kisses along the soft skin before wrapping his lips around the nipple and sucking gently. Everything he did still had a shyness about it, like he was worried she wouldn’t like it, like she’d tell him to stop.

But she could only do the opposite, “Fuck Spencer that feels fucking amazing” she moans out as he moves to the other nipple to repeat the action, and he has to keep himself from smiling at the praise, “Your cock feels so good too, shit”

He can tell she’s close, just like she was earlier when she was dreaming. But this time he gets to look without feeling embarrassed, without feeling like he’s about to wake up from some perfect dream. This was his perfect reality now. The thought alone makes him twitch inside of her but makes his heart swell all at once.

“I’m—I’m close” he gulps, falling back against the headboard again, his hands resting back on her waist while he just gazes up her adoringly.

“Me too, cum with me Spence, I wanna hear the pretty little noises you make when you cum inside me baby” her movements are growing more erratic by the second as her thighs start to grow tired and her body starts to give in.

And then they’re both cumming, and the little whines he lets out are so delicious, so needy and sweet. Exactly how she’d pictured in her own dream.

When she collapses on his chest she knows it won’t be the last time she hears those noises, not by a long shot.

[captainunderkrupp]

ppl were talking abt branch being good with kids on this one discord i’m in and i remembered this unfinished fic that i had!!

(for some reason, they are out on a camping trip or smth. i wrote this before twt came out and just kind of went w what info i had from like the first two trailers lol)

Branch groaned. And kept groaning. It was neverending, like he was just lungs, sighing forever.

"What?" Poppy asked, finally getting tired of waiting for him to finish.

He cut himself off. "The ground's too wet. I can't start a fire."

"Oh, that's not too bad!" Poppy grinned. "We don't need the light, we'll be sleeping!"

Branch glared at her. "We need the heat! We'll freeze to death!"

"Oh..." Poppy felt suddenly lucky that she was totally pink; it was hard to see blush when you were monochrome.

"That's ok!" Satin and Chenille chorused.

"Yeah!" Biggie agreed.

Branch squinted, trying to figure out what they could be talking about. "Oh no," he muttered, not quite sure yet, but he was sure he wouldn't like it.

"We can cu~udle!" Guy Diamond sang, holding Tiny close. Tiny, of course, didn't give him a proper hug back, but enjoyed the contact.

Branch groaned, and went back to try and light the wet wood. When he had fallen into the creek earlier, even his backup wood, in case it did rain like this, had gotten wet.

He was stuck.

"Fine!" he shouted, throwing his flint down at the ground. He hesitated, and then picked it back up. "We'll cuddle. Can't be worse than..." he shuddered. "Hug time."

Everyone cheered, and started moving in.

"Not yet!" he shrieked, and everyone paused. "Just... give me a minute. Jeez."

He started pulling out... weapons. Or, not just weapons, but a lot of stuff. No one looking was really sure where they were coming from, but there were blades from his pockets, roots from his vest, strange contraptions from his hair. It took a moment, but he finally seemed to have removed a lot from his person.

"No wonder hug time is uncomfortable for him," Cooper muttered. Unfortunately, he had no volume control, so Branch heard him anyway.

Branch rolled his eyes, and then rolled out a tarp. "Here. So we're not just sleeping on wet ground."

Everyone complimented him on his forethought, getting comfortable on the tarp. Satin and Chenille were wrapped around Smidge, Cooper settled down on the outside of the pile, and Biggie was underneath Poppy and Guy Diamond, who made sure Tiny wasn't squished by the cuddling but was also cozy.

Branch glanced around, looking for a place he could tuck himself in at the edge. "So, uh... where should I...?"

Poppy looked up, and grinned. She looked conspiratorially at Smidge and Biggie.

"Oh no. That look, I know that, look, what are you-- AAH!" he screamed as Smidge launched her hair at him, lifting him easily and dumping him between Poppy and Guy. Biggie immediately threw an arm over all three of them, and Poppy intertwined her hair with Branch's.

Branch blushed. He tried to struggle, tried to get out, but there were too many people, and this was... really... cozy... actually...

He was asleep before Poppy could tease him about being comfortable.

"Whoa, he went out like a light!" Biggie whispered.

"Aw, he's snoring!" Satin cooed, and Chenille groaned at the idea of sleeping with someone who snores. Luckily it was soft.

"Wow, this is the fastest I've ever seen him go to sleep," Poppy noted.

"You've seen him sleep before?" Cooper asked, lifting his head up and laying it over Guy so he could see better. Guy carefully made sure Tiny wasn't pinned.

"Well, yeah, we've had sleepovers. Sometimes he had to stay at mine and Dad's place before he was old enough to build that bunker of his. And he, uh..." she blushed, grinning. "Invited me over a few nights ago."

A chorus of "aww!"s erupted.

Branch jolted, adjusted, and went right back to sleep. He never even opened his eyes.

Everyone let out a breath they didn't realize they'd been holding.

"Ok," Poppy whispered, "Let's just settle down, and we'll all have a nice night."

Everyone fell asleep pretty soon after that. Except for one troll, who smiled down at Branch's resting face, before settling down herself.

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Branch jolted awake, barely holding back a scream. He gasped, attempting to stave off a panic attack... and not doing so well.

In the low light, he barely registered it was early morning. Mostly, he noticed that he was tangled up with almost everyone else. Quickly, trying to breathe without hyperventilating, he disentangled himself as best he could from the cuddle pile.

Eventually, Branch had managed to extract himself, without even disturbing anyone. He was pretty proud of that.

But for right now, he needed to breathe.

He took a quick gasp in, 1234, held it, 1234, let it out, 12345678, in, 1234, hold, 1234, out, 123 4 5 6 7 8, in, 1 2 3 4, hold, 1 2 3 4, out, 1 2 3 4 5... 6... 7... 8...

Eventually his breathing finally slowed, and he could close his eyes without seeing the vivid colors of his nightmare behind the lids. He fell onto a nearby rock with a shuddering breath. Should I go back to bed? No, I slept through the night, and it's early in the morning already... He sighed again.

"Branch?"

He nearly screamed again, jumping and flailing. He fell into a practiced pose, ears twitching for a threat.

His eyes fell on Tiny Diamond, blinking innocently from barely more than a few arm lengths away.

Branch paled. "Tiny!" He struggled to relax, not wanting to scare Guy's baby.

Tiny rubbed his eye under his glasses. "You woke me up," he complained.

Branch had to wince. He had tried to be careful... but he supposed kids were easier to disturb. "Sorry, Tiny. I didn't mean to." He shuffled, not sure what to do with himself.

Small, curious eyes stared at him, and Tiny's head tilted. "What woke you up?"

"Just a nightmare."

"What's a nightmare?"

Branch blinked, surprised. Oh, right. As much as younger trolls could learn just from listening from their eggs, there were definitely gaps in their education, depending on what they were exposed to.

He supposed no one in the Snack Pack enjoyed talking about nightmares, so why would Tiny know?

"It's... a very bad dream."

"Oh, yeah, ok," Tiny nodded, seemingly understanding. Branch paused, waiting for Tiny to ask more.

But the trolling didn't seem to have anymore questions about that. "Do you know when my Daddy's going to wake up?"

Branch glanced back over at the pile with Tiny. Guy seemed to be sleep singing, and Branch wondered if someone was going to join in-- yep. Poppy was starting to hum.

"Uh... not sure, actually." He looked up at the sky. The moon waved back, and he could see the sun slowly, slowly coming up. It was a slow dawn, then. "The sun won't be up for a while, and that's when they usually wake up."

Tiny sighed, in that overly honest yet unweary way only little kids can. "Okaaay," he drew out the word, and then started beatboxing under his breath. Branch could hear him muttering ideas, switching around rhymes and verses.

It was catchy, he had to admit. He started humming along, a bit.

Tiny looked delighted. He scrambled to sit on the rock Branch was occupying, and Branch tried to scoot to give the kid the flatter side of it.

They sat there a while, trading rhythms and verses quietly. He could hear some more sleep singing from a distance, just slightly out of sync with their own music.

Eventually, the sun had traded out with the moon in the sky. It was definitely daytime, even if it was a little early.

Branch had an idea. A terrible idea. He grinned. The perfect revenge.

"Hey, Tiny," he whispered, leaning in toward the trolling. The kid perked up, staring wide-eyed at Branch, attentive. "You want to help me wake up the Snack Pack?"

Tiny grinned; of course he did, the Snack Pack included his Daddy! He jumped up, all excited. "Yeah! What'cha wanna do? Cuz I know you've got an idea!"

Branch chuckled at Tiny's enthusiasm. "Yeah. Here..." he whispered into Tiny's ear, and Tiny grinned.

~

The whole Snack Pack was all very deeply asleep. A good cuddle pile will do that to your average troll. Especially on a cold night, surprisingly. Guy was just beginning to twitch, frowning in his sleep as he subconsciously searched for his son, who didn't seem to be...

He jolted up at the sudden noise of a beat being dropped, an expert beatboxing suddenly bursting into the clearing they'd decided to camp out in.

Directly after that, a loud crescendo of "OoooOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH..." went through the air and woke everyone else up.

"Tiny D, break it down!"

Suddenly, Tiny burst into all their lines of sight, rapping his heart out. He sung about the sunrise and missing his dad and how he was glad they were awake, and beatboxing accompanied him all the while.

By the end, everyone had calmed, and most were even clapping. Guy settled for jumping up and picking up his son in delight.

"That was amazing!" he squealed, letting the last word be sung, autotuned. Tiny laughed and leaned back into his dad's face, nearly headbutting him.

"Wait, who gave him that awesome beat?" Cooper wondered sleepily, still rubbing muck out of his eyes.

Tiny pointed, and slowly, everyone turned toward a rock in the clearing that no one had really noticed before. Branch smirked and waved at all of them.

Jaws dropped. "Whoa!" Poppy shrieked, and everyone clamored. "When did you learn to beatbox?!"

Branch flinched, trying not to get trampled this early in the morning, thank you. "Hey, back off," he snapped.

He quickly devolved, though. His lips twitched, and then it was all over. He was laughing, hard and long. Tiny had started laughing long before, and their voices echoed through the clearing.

"Ha ha ha... you... you... your faces!! Ha ha..." he finally petered out, just letting out small giggles. Tiny was still going.

Everyone was staring at Branch. Poppy somehow looked more pink than usual.

(A/N: I have an hc that Tiny is a little bit touch averse. Not much, he loves contact, but he doesn't like hugs or anything else constrictive. And he mostly hangs out with his dad rather than other people. possibly bc glitter trolls have more sensitive skin? i would be too if my skin/entire body could flake off that easily.)

[operativesurprise]

Dreams I’ve had recently enough to find with a quick scroll on my fb wall

was dreaming about a cave last night. With lots of shallow pools of water along the floor. I feel like if I'd seen the layout from above it would have looked like paisleys. There was a creature there tending the pools. Sweeping detritus away, skimming the surfaces of the water. It took moss that was growing too thick in some places and put it into bare areas, and it was very gentle with the little frogs and salamanders living on the walls.

There was the sound of bats and the dripping and echo of water, and a low hum in the background, but the creature itself made no sound. You heard the bristles of it's broom, and the soft shift of stones it touched, but no footsteps, no breathing, no nothing but a soft chiming noise as it looked in each pool.

The waters all glowed, some white, some pale blue, others pulsed through light pink to deep magenta. The whole dream had this aura of calmness, of being content. It was like being in a giant zen garden but dial the peace up even more. I'm not really sure where -I- was in the dream. My POV was kinda hovering over the figure as it tended to the pools, but I'm fairly certain I wasn't the figure itself. I was like, 6 inches up and to the left.

_____

I've been trying to sketch an image I had in a dream last night and it's just not setting up right. It was like. Honestly it was like the first few seconds of the Adventure Time intro animation - that super fast 'drone camera' POV that swoops down through trees and stuff and focuses in on a character with their back to the camera and then they turn and look?

I was swooping through this orchard of blooming apple trees - and I took note bc for some reason I was surprised they weren't pear and peach trees like 'they were supposed to be'.

But as the camera/I got closer to this feminine figure standing under the branches and the flowers and these really almost black-green leaves in this rich green velvet textured dress (it's totally the dress that's on the original golden book cover of Ella Enchanted), with big free fall bouncy waves of BLOND hair, they turn and instead of it being that kinda anime "turn and wink/smile" and the camera goes to the next, she turned around and it was a dead eyed marionette.

My camera POV just slammed to a halt with the freeze frame of this... entity (which I 'knew' in my dream was The Druid) (Even though this wasn't really an MJ dream) looking up and over their shoulder at me, like they'd become aware of the camera and were looking straight at ME. The branches with the flowers and the leaves above it framed it really close and I couldn't see much other than the scribbly ovals of it's eyes. Then the colors all got desaturated except for the apple blossoms.

And then that dream was over.

___

Vivid dreams last night about being on house hunters. With Lithrick as the realtor.

Also had a very ominous dream about standing in a misty open field, feeling the sawgrass scrape my bare arms and shins, staring up into the grey sky while sharp winged birds with broken bodies 'flew' through the air. It looked like how a washcloth you are swirling in a tub of water looked. There was no sound for that one but I could feel the rain on my face as I looked up.

Then I was dreaming about being on the beach in Belize with the chitons and baby hermit crabs and the breeze and I was watching the sunrise.

___

I've been having zombie nightmares since Sunday. Sunday and Monday were taking place in the shopping mall (which is a relatively new venue for my dreams), Sunday being the Beginning of the outbreak (and star trek themed) and Monday mostly about life starting up in the 'colony' of this gigantic shopping mall.

But last night I dreamed about the collapse of the colony and then survival in the forest.

There was a man in a wheelchair who had arrived at the shopping mall with his mother - both of whom were injured but not infected. We let them in and the mother succumbed to her injuries shortly after.

This left the man in the wheelchair distraught and he would wheel around the open plaza in the center of the mall mumbling. It was not concerning - until other weird things began to happen.

Like how one of the dorm areas had mysteriously become locked, how some people were going missing (presumably they left to try and find their families), and how some older people were getting injuries in the night - explained away by "well, old people have delicate skin and maybe they bumped themselves".

But then the man in the wheelchair wheeled up to the mezzanine and shouted for attention. And then he collapsed, and clouds of mosquitos erupted from his wounds and began to attack people.

Flash forward to a weird mix of irl and larp characters living in the woods behind my house in an abandoned homestead - I had gone from dying by mosquito to being Sano and a group of us avoiding Velociraptors in the long grass as we made our way back to the relative safety of this bombed out building husk.

But then The Rattler Gang came - horribly tattooed and violent and they ransacked through the homestead and were almost into our barricaded room when not-quite-Malaki and sorta-Allison with an ancestor spirit wig on saved us.

The dream ended with us all in a cave explaining to a horrified Morgrym that "see what happens when you're late?"

It was so weird bc as the dreams progressed and became more MJ and less Real World but with Zombies the zombies became less of an issue (I mean, repel undead is a thing)

___

Last night I dreamed about Ridge Road being a swamp instead of a road. The fields on either side were the same, but the road itself was a Louisiana/Florida/Bayou/Swamp thing with hot, moist air, dragon flies, grasses, alligators, everything you could want (though the water was clear as day).

And I was walking along the broken up boards that served as this sorta river trail following the path of the road. Slats were missing in places and it was a distinctive walnut color, and it was rickety and I could smell the heat of it like being on a dock in the summer time.

And as I was walking along I knew I was heading toward Harris Hill farm but instead of the farm it was the Pirate Tavern bar that I dream about fairly often.

(as I'm thinking about it, it kinda has the air of a setting in a Curse of Monkey Island game crossed against Diablo II)

But before I can get into the tavern there was a crowd of tourists wading through the water nearby. Like, the most stereotypical hawaiian shirt white-sunscreen-on-nose and flyfishing capped tourists you could imagine. And they were lost looking for their fan boat but I didn't know where it was - but I also didn't want them to find the Pirate Tavern bc it's a secret and my co-owner Matt Sch would be mad if we had to relocate AGAIN bc non-pirates had found us.

And in my dream I am DISTINCTLY aware that LAST TIME there were also VAMPIRES there, but Skye Collins had bought out their half of that Pirate-Vampire Tavern to own it outright as JUST a Vampire Tavern so this time I went into business with Matt. Not Lithrick, Matt.

And I was -upset- in my dream until I 'remembered' that I hadn't skipped out on Skye and the Vampirate Tavern, I'd just opened another location with a different partner after reaching an amicable business deal. We still traded aligator blood grog for peat moss from the other location to serve a certain cocktail with at THIS one.

___

Had a dream last night that I was diving on a whale fall. But either I was minuscule or the whale was super gigantic bc the rib bones were these looming spires like I was watching a stroll under redwood trees through a low fisheye lense.

Thinking about it I can totally piece out the different dives that meshed to make this dream up.

The stalactites from the Blue Hole, The gelatinous muck on the bottom in the St. Lawrence The cold from the Brownstone Quarry

___

If we want to talk about a fever dream... last night I had a dream about being trapped on a volcanic island while the whole chain of volcanoes were erupting.

The evacuation was happening but I went back to the house for the animals and got stuck there. And other neighbors who couldn't get out in time were coming over with their pets and supplies.

I was watching the lightning and the ash fall outside when I saw three red colored golden retrievers but I could only get two of them to come inside and I spent the rest of the dream upset and trying to find the third one. I found other animals trying to hide from the ash and storm, but I woke up before finding that 3rd golden.

The lava flows were coming down the mountain too.

___

Dream time. So. A classical vampire and an actual bat demon are out on the town looking for something to do when they come across a nail parlor.

What a great idea, they think! We'll get manipedis and then do brunch over at IKEA.

But when they go into the nail parlor there is far too much religious imagery to be comfortable and the demon doesn't want to stay anymore so they go back outside all sad.

Vampire suggests they just kill and eat the occupants of the nail parlor and find something else to do with their day off.

Demon agrees to the plan but they have this 'thing' where when the two of them murder a bunch of people they leave a haiku written in the blood on the wall.

They begin to argue because they both have different accents and can't decide on the syllable count for a certain word.

___

So there's a string of tall, skinny houses in Litchfield after 'The Church' that usually feature in any nightmares I tend to have. Last night did not disappoint.

The lineup was this:

🏚🏠🏡🏠 An empty house, My house, the neighbor's house, and then for some reason my grandmother's house.

And we had gone next door to the neighbor's house for dinner, even though we knew it was dangerous to be outside of our house after dark. But as we gathered in their entryway the spotlights on the rest of the neighborhood started turning on and we knew we had stayed too late.

"They" were out there. You were safe in the daylight, you were safe at night as long as you didn't open your doors. BUT now it was night. And we had to get home.

So we slip out the door and we can hear the neighborhood using birdcalls to communicate the 'all clear'. As we are going down this overgrown embankment toward our house we see it.

One of them.

And then we hear someone sound the alarm, a series of owl hoots. It distracts the thing for a moment and we think we could slip away but it turns and starts trying to get into our house so we run to the empty one next door and JUST barely make it.

Dream me's mother and little sister make it into the screened in porch just ahead of me and I fall in and turn and only just get the door closed in time when It attacks.

It was a zombie. Or a ghoul. Or something. a woman with a bloody face and terrible teeth and honestly it looked like Reagan from the Exorcist and she launched herself against the screen door which I'm trying to keep closed.

I know she can't get in the door but then she makes this horrible noise and says,

"You won't be safe for long. We're getting stronger,"

And the door is almost coming off its hinges but I -know- as long as I keep the door closed at night we are safe and then she laughs and presses her face to the screen and says,

"I'll just get in tomorrow morning. Before you're awake. Because, really, what difference does the sun or stars make? I'll get in tomorrow,"

And then I woke up.

____

My dream last night was so complicated I can barely keep it straight.

I was some grizzled, older ex-con dude pulled out of my soft retirement as a school bus driver because a child genius was being used as the catalyst for the robot war apocalypse by his wealthy mother's greedy board of directors.

And somehow I had a time machine that I was gonna use to bring the kid back to the beginning of all the issues and he was gonna start sabotaging the dangerous inventions so he could just be a regular child genius instead of responsible for global-scale mass murder.

At one point I had thrown the kid's manifesto at him but he hadn't actually read it bc it was too big and there were no pictures but also bad language and he asked me what "twat" meant and the kid was horrified that they would use that kind of language. Like he was ambivalent about the murders but bad language was crossing a line.

And as part of my "wait. He's just a kid I can help him instead of kill him" epiphany for some reason I looked out the time machine window and saw my old motorcycle which was painted in blue tiedye pattern and that memory moved me enough to offer to help the kid.

So the kid grabbed his froggy backpack and offered to give me all of his science fair winnings (which was like. Hundreds of thousands of dollars and two telephoto camera lenses for some reason. And a green and purple feather boa) but I just took enough to buy a new motorcycle and told him to hide it from his past mother so they're not suspicious.

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Okay subconscious, doing laundry with the elves of mirkwood is NOT becoming a reoccurring dream. Three times is enough. Stop now. ____

I was an undercover secret agent posing as the nanny to a royal family's children. The children had a pool party for the oldest's birthday, and I was in charge of the yacht rides in the aquarium tank. Halfway through the dream, Pirates attacked with large assault rifles, trolls, and fire elementals. I managed to save some of the children, but then Katina was healing the ones that had been injured when a Shadow quick deathbed them and I had to resort to Improv comedy to keep the remaining kids from screaming as their friends turned to ghosts around us. None of the adults would listen to me that the attack had been planned, they were convinced that it was random, and despite the fact that I had a way to turn back time and catch the one woman who had started the fight they refused to do anything but complain that dinner had been delayed.

[01010010-posts]

— nightmare's insomnia.

requests: Hi! I love all your writings!! c: soooo... this morning I woke from a bad dream about Connor getting hurt (I believe Gavin did it) I woke just after it happened and was really upset I didn't have connor there to comfort me... maybe you could do a post about all three of them all there to comfort you when you wake up?? If you want... omg I'm sorry for rambling. Have a nice day!!!💖

HeyA! You might get this alot- but just wanted to add to the list lmao. Your writing is amAZEBALLS! I love how your so laid back in your writing and its HILARIOUS how you express the RK's!! so; if you don't mind, can I request some fluff about the reader having trouble seeping ((cuz that's legit what's going on now lol)) and the RK's are being adorable and protective as always? You don't have to if you don't wanna, but no harm in asking :) Thanks!

disclaimer – don’t fucking watch tv if you can’t sleep JUST DON’T OKAY IT WILL MAKE YOU FEEL LIKE SHIT NO VERY BRIGHT PHONE EITHER BABIES don’t listen to RK800-60 he’s the fucking fren that tells you that yes punching a road sign at twoAM and drinking carbonated drinks is a fucking reasonable thing to do just because me: idk if fusing them was a good thing or not but i liked the idea mhhhhHHmmH also me: taking advantage of kind people that said that i make funny headcanons and making the fluff that they asked for but putting a lot of stupidity in it i’m sorry it’s just who i am as a person

Connor:

• he very much likes ‘sleeping’ with you so he’s always in rest mode when it’s night • and he doesn’t notice that you’re awake bc you’ve had a nightmare • you stay in silence for something like five minutes but • but then you guiltily tug the hem of his t-shirt • and he slowly wakes up • he sheepishly smiles at you and asks what’s wrong • aaaah but now you feel so guilty • you just hug him and hide your head against his chest • he giggles a little and hugs you back • he starts stroking your hair • “what’s wrong?” he asks again • you mutter something that he doesn’t understand • “mh? I can’t hear you like this, [name]” • doesn’t he fucking have dolby surround newest audio processor or something • “i said that i can’t sleep” • “and why is that?” • “i had a nightmare” • he hums a tiny bit and kisses your head • “do you want to tell me?” • you don’t want to but you begrudgingly do so • “i dreamt about you getting hurt” • he laughs a little and hugs you more tightly this time • “you know that i always upload my memory so i’d come back like nothing happened. of course i’d need some repairs but nothing that a CyberLife technician can’t handle” • “yeah but…. in the dream you didn’t come back” • oh, that’s…. • he presses his lips firmly without saying anything • and just continues cuddling you • “can we stay awake tonight? please?” • he shakes his head a little, smiling again now • “i can go to work tomorrow even if i don’t ‘rest’ tonight but what about you?” • “don’t worry about me! please please please!” • if you say please one more time he’s gonna melt • “and, if we stay awake, i said if mind you [name], what would you like to do?” • “mmmh we can…. we can watch tv! that series that you like very much!” • he raises a questioningly brow at you • but in the end he gives up • and turns on the tv with his super android powers

RK900:

• since he’s an advanced model he doesn’t need to recharge that much • and since he’s a sucker for you he doesn’t go into standby mode every night • actually watching your sleeping face is more satisfying than ‘resting’ • and he gets to hug you and kiss you so??? • 100% worth it • but when you wake up in the middle of the night? • your face a sweaty mess • he becomes very worried • his LED is fucking crimson • he lets his grasp on you falls lose just in case you need air • he also waits for you to calm down • and when you’re done he gently asks you what’s wrong • “i had this fucking nightmare i– it was so vivid.” you whisper still scared • and he honestly doesn’t know how to react • dreams and nightmares alike are beyond his comprehension • they are such an abstract concept • all of his knowledge on this kind of things it’s from your experience so • so he just does what he knows best: cuddles you • and he’s so gentle, like you are made of stained glass • he kisses and hugs you as long as you need • he murmures sweet nothings into your ears • even when his software tells him that your heartbeat has stabilized long ago he doesn’t stop pampering you • he behaves like this bc he wants you to feel better • but also because he’s so scared of something bad happening to you • even if it’s just a dream • “you should sleep now, don’t worry, i’ll be here for you during the night.” • you know he will be there, awake • “i don’t want to” you pout • and he snorts a little, relieved now, because you’ve returned to your usual self • “what are you, a human child?” • “what if i am?” • that’s a dangerous game you’re playing there little brat • “very well then i’ll stop kissing you since kissing a human child might not be seen as an appropriate action.” • !! fuck he’s really smart • “since when do you care about what humans deem ‘appropriate’?” you smirk • oKAY YOU MAY HAVE WON THIS ROUND BUT IT WAS JUST STROKE OF LUCK • and he smiles a little and kisses your temple “but you need to work tomorrow” • “i’ll just drink some coffee” • he sighs because you drink too much coffee but • “then what would you like to do?” • just tell him whatever the fuck you want to do • do you see how weak he is for you? •  he’s letting you awake for almost an entire night i mean he’s putty in your hands • you could tell him that you want to watch ‘magnum, p.i.’ and he’ll be ‘alright’ • ofc course the next morning you’re a mess of a sleepy person but?? worth it • he teases you and makes you sleep early the same night

RK800-60:

• you would think that he ‘sleeps’ every night • i mean since he likes humans things so much • and since he’s just so hyperactive • but no, he just charges when he needs to • he actually prefers being with you in complete silence • he likes to occupy the time by replaying the day in his head • sometimes if he’s really helpless and replaying everything it’s not enough he just gets up • and starts to do things • he might or might not try to prepare your breakfast at 4AM • or will start to do chores like laundry or cleaning • but in the end he returns to bed like a tired kitty before you wake up so you don’t get startled first thing in the morning • so when he hears you fumbling on the bed he sticks his head out and looks into the dark bedroom • you’re awake!! • i mean bad human! you should sleep!  • he smiles widely and gets on the bed • but his smile turns into a frown very quickly • “is everything all right, baby?” • “not quite” • and he kicks his slippers off and curls up with you • “what’s wrong?” • “i had a bad dream” • he bites his lips and makes a sad face • “i’m sorry about that” • he rubs your back while you softly nod • “do you want me to make you some chamomile? with honey maybe? it’ll help you sleep again” • “i don’t want to sleep again tonight….” you grumble • you said the magic words • “but you have work tomorrow morning” that’s a weak protest • “i know but…. pretty please?” • do you need to say more? come on it’s him • he kisses you • and then disappears into the kitchen • and then you hear it!! you hear popcorns popping • he comes back grinning • “two minutes and they’re ready, what do you want to watch, sweetie?”

[southsuns]

AALIYAH N HARVEY FOR TH ASKS$!!!!!!!

MAV!!!! HI ILY

AALIYAH

Headcanon A:  realistic

Aaliyah has nightmares almost every night so Nick stays up (since he doesn’t need to sleep) and stays by her to wake her up/comfort her when it gets too rough.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Aaliyah’s done chems exactly once, when she was trying to open locked computer and couldn’t figure out the passcode while travelling with Hancock, who promtly gave her 2 whole packs of mentats which he ate All At Once. She had a 2 hour high and then passed out for 13 hours straight and has never done chems again

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

She almost killed Nick, once. When she was in his head replaying Kellog’s memories, there’s a part where she had to relive Nate getting shot. She broke down, screamed, cried, punched everything trying to change it. The breakdown was so taxxing on Nick’s system it almost fried his brain and he still gets tics from the damage it did. She’ll never forgive herself for it.

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Aaliyah has seen like two photos of pre-ghoul Hancock (shown to her by Nick who had fixed up a camera and taken photos with Hancock “for the memories”) and when shown immediately fainted like Kitty Bennet interacting with the militia. The first thing she said when she woke up was “god fuck damn Harvey, your husbands so fuck damn sexy..... boys”

Harvey never actually married Hancock. Aaliyah’s just convinced they did bc of her alarmingly vivid dream she had during that and no one’s bothered to correct her

HARVEY

Headcanon A:  realistic

Harvey’s travelled all over the Wasteland (or New America as i’ve started calling it for ease of understanding) because Jessie’s caravan travels so much! he’s travelled the entire east coast (except for florida which is inhabitable and filled with irradiated alligators that get up to 20+ feet long) and into some of the mountains (his favorite are the appalaichas which are filled with SO MUCH weird shit)

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Harvey has a stash of Buffout but only because he’s to weak to open jars by himself and he doesn’t want to ask for help.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

Harvey killed Sheila alone and almost died doing it. He still has no feeling in his left hand from the wrist down and limited mobility from her snapping his wrist in close combat. He only made it out because Hancock shot her for him. Harvey can’t remember most of it because of trauma - the only thing he can recall is Sheila’s face, her voice, though not well, and her last words, “Live long, brother, and sleep in peace.”

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Harvey rides his pet deathclaw (baby) around everywhere he can. Technically deathclaws are legal in Diamond City so he likes to go in with Hancock while riding Baby because who’s gonna say anything to the guy riding a deathclaw? Not them!

[amandragora]

I had a really neat dream?? under the cut

So it was about dragons, which I was one. 

I had a very young sibling in it--like. I was clearly An Adult but the sibling was a toddler. 

And it seemed like, for dragons, they can look like human toddlers but in order to become adults they have to return to the nest. (The wouldn’t age naturally up)

The entire dream was me trying to get my baby brother back to the nest w/some helpful humans who might not have fully believed what was going on until the very end? 

Also there was something supernatural that was chasing us-- a dude who was getting humans to help him because he was after sum dragons. He was like... a tall and broad and bald white dude and it was pretty frightening! 

Like even as an adult, it was hard for me to get around quickly b/c a flightless child haha. 

But one sequence that I remember vividly was being chased through like...a huge garage? Even though I had told the mechanic lady to please keep it a secret we were passing through it was pretty clear the dude had enlisted/persuaded her for information. 

We had made it up the roof of the building (I couldn’t seem to fly, but I could hop p well) and almost got seen (that was scary)

we did get away though, pretty much doing a dead sprint across a desert like area? I ended up carrying the little sibling even though he objected because he ‘could still run’ (but like, being a four year old....yeah)

We did make it to the nest though, which was like...in someones backyard? Like it seemed almost ‘meteor crash’-like (the hatch site haha)

I love my dreams mostly bc how vivid they are so I looked over the eggs--there were four of them. One was a hatched and I knew it was mine, and there were two eggs that were still unhatched. (One that was like, a solid orange and the other that was blacks and browns and kind of rock looking?) and then another hatched one and I laid my sibling down in it-- my sibling that now looked p much like a freshly hatched dragon again. (Think kind of like a naked just hatched bird sorta?)

I remember being like, super panicky because putting a baby dragon into the place it hatched was like... the reason why I was legging it so much even though I was being chased is bc once the baby dragon got back there, they disappeared to a sort of....different plane? To choose what they wanted to be/look like/etc as adults. So I’m looking at the hatchling like PLEASE GOD JUST DISAPPEAR ALREADY I CAN HANDLE BEING IN TROUBLE BUT I DONT WANT MY SIBLINGS TO BE...

He did disappear though, which was like /big sigh and also ‘I wonder what he’ll choose to look like as an adult’

Now, when I basically jumped over the fence there was this friendly looking lady in a suit who during the time I was waiting for my baby brother to fuck off to another plane, was nervously whispering into a mic that was attached to her/ contacting someone.

I basically stood up in the hole and was like; “Are you from the government?” and she nodded and then I asked what organization and she responded (i won’t say what she said bc it’s kinda silly) and then I asked if they could please protect my two unhatched siblings. And she just still kind of dazed-ly nodded.

and then I woke up!! there was no real conclusion w/the dude mostly bc the entire focus of the dream was to get my little brother back to the nest. (and then find a way to protect the ones that were still there. I remember touching them and they were both warm ;u; the eggs I mean haha)

[mlight93]

Wow I still can't fully express how and what I'm feeling.

I didn't believe or want to believe that Naya was missing. Then when a whole day went by and then two....I made up any crazy idea I could think of. Someone took her. She's stuck in the surrounding trees or something. Anything other than the possibility that she may have drowned and left us. I didn't even want to think of that. I prayed for some miracle that she may be still alive.

And then the news came out that her body was found and even then I didn't want to believe. It wasn't until I read why she drowned - saving her son - that I started crying. Thinking how brave she was and how scared she probably was but she most definitely put on a brave face for her son. How she made sure he was safe first and foremost. And how scared her son must have been alone on that boat until someone found him. Then I couldn't stop thinking about her. And I went back and watched all of my favorite brittana moments that shaped me so much and allowed me to learn so much about myself. Appreciating Naya's performance and how much she fought for us even though the show tried time and time again to belittle us and use us for their punchlines.

I cried myself to sleep thinking about her and her tragic death that came too soon. And I even had a dream that somehow she was saved. Then a nightmare so vivid of her drowning, I woke myself up from the shock. I hate that dream the most.

The next day I thought maybe I grieved enough. Maybe it wasn't affecting me anymore and then I watched some more brittana videos and just sobbed. I still can't believe that someone who was such an integral part in my growing up process is not here anymore.

Then again I thought, ok, I let it out, ill probably be ok soon. And then I see snippets of her here and there and I start crying again. I cried after seeing the pictures of the glee cast by the lake, after seeing hemo sitting alone. And every time, i keep thinking im done. And every time something new pops up and I start crying all of again. I really didn't think I would be this affected.

And then Heather's post. Fuck. It made me cry like a baby before I even got halfway through.

I'm just so heartbroken. And I have to pretend to be fine. And it feels like...like how it did when I watched them and no one knew I like girls. I had to hide my joy and my devastation at every up and down that brittana went through. And now I have to hide my sorrow and grief bc no one understands. No one understands what it means to be part of a fandom. How much it affects you and how you'll always carry a part of it around with you.

I stopped having anything to do with glee for a very long time but every once in a while, seeing naya and heather together still brought such joy.

Rest peacefully sweet Naya. I hope you know how important you were to so many people and how you've touched and saved so many lives. Your legacy will never be forgotten. You are loved and missed by so many.

[distress]

i have had a lot of crazy vivid and . detailed dreams lately and i know no one cares but i wanna record them bc i forget them so quickly but . i already forgot a really detailed one from a few nights ago. excuse my typing im on a new keyboard and dont feel like correcting all my typos

two nights ago i dreamt i was in oregon but going to visit florida bc in my dream i was going because i was in online grad school, and i figured i should go to florida to attend th e grad ceremony, which was may 5th in my dream, my actual college graduation date. so i went for two weeks . apparently i had a home there and it was pink with blue window frames and i lived with three roommates, three scrawny girls who dont actually exist and own 3-4 dogs. for some reason i took my cat to florida. martin came with me and got me adjusted, and we rode in the car with my ex michael and at some point they got out to do something and i saw them talking to each other. they came back in the car, martin in the front seat and my ex in the back. i asked “what were yall talking about” and michael said “he said if i try to sleep with you he’ll kill me” . i was like oh,, thats not like him but i get it i guess. 

my house was close to the grad ceremony, almost a block away, it was similar to the layout of my elementary school. at some point i texted my friend charlotte that hey, im in florida. i realise its suddent but id like if we could hang at least once. and she said why are you here? and i said just because, no trauma like last time lmao can you hang? im here til may 5 and she said well im busy 3-6th and i was like ok but what about the days preceding and she wouldn’t give me a clear answer

eventually i was at my grad ceremony and then an after party and charlotte was there, but so were a lot of people. we were sitting in a circle. looking back, it was a lot like the first “party” i went to before i was even friends with her and her friends etc . in a dorm we all sat in a circle. but we walked home together and on the way home i told her hey, you wouldnt tell me if you were free to hang any other day. eventually i told her she was being a huge bitch and bad friend. she gto really defensive. i went back to my house. i realized i brought my cat and hadnt let him out for forever, he probably shit all over. so i rushed home and michael was around and my roommates let their dogs out when i let my cat out and it was a disaster. 

at some dumb point my ex told me his real name was austin which was weird ( and not real lol) but i adjusted to calling him that really quickly. eventually we were in a bath tub together and i was really aware that i was cheating on martin. i dream a lot of cheating on him recently, honestly. its. expected i guess but weird. because until a month or so ago i constantly dreamt he was cheating on me. 

we sat in the bath and some guy came in and was like, hey. and i was like uh? im naked? and he said can i stay and i said yes. and he got in the tub too.

i left

back to my pink and blue house and suddenly was overwhelmed with this feeling that i , althought i was “visiting” had to move, and suddenly i had so many things at th e house. there was this. ferris wheel of items. dishes. and i would turn it. it was in the wall and if i turned it too fast all the dishes would break. and i started freaking out over how much i had to move. so much to move. 

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my next dream started with me and my parents trying to go to silver falls. we drove and drove but we got to a certain point and it was flooded as all hell

-- typing that reminded me of my dream before, that was the ssecond time in three days i dreamt of a flood

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i dreamt . the past three nights ive dreamt of cheating on my boyfriend

i dreamt i was at the mall with my hs best friend , and her mom who hated me for no fucking reason. in salem. with our dogs. the mall was closed. i fought them on what we would do a lot to get my dog home, daisy, who died in 2014, a big black german shepherd. something happened with my brother driving my dog home. somehow i ended up sleeping in my car across the street from the salem downtown mall, and i slept through a huge storm that caused catastrophic flooding. i woke up and got out of the car and walked around for a tad, and a flash flood rushed through and i hid behind a wall clinging onto it while giant floods rushed by.  i ended up in a tree until my brother came by with some people. a guy, who doesnt exist other than in my dream, who i like, and some other asshole who... we got seperated, and the asshole kept insukting me and telling me i was the worst . while we crawled through some ceiling trying to getto a safer place, getting separated from my brother and the guy i loved . eventually, the guy was so mean to me too. he tried to hit on me and manipulate me later aftter being mean and i said why would i treat you well when youve been so bad to me.

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back to the other flood with my parents. we were trying to go hike. but a flood. i got out and there was a baby moose nearby. i freaked out-- the parent is close and she will fuck us up. i screamed at my parents to get in the car and i could see the mother moose running toward us while i tried to slam all the doors shut. 

then it shifted to another dream. i dont remember the context but i know it was uncharted -esque being shot at. i was with a girl named atria who i had a crush on in college and i kissed her. and i kissed someone else. i remember kissing so many people and knowing i was cheating on my bf every time,and . thats basically it

and its weird, because typing these dreams out ive recalled a good handful of other dreams in their weirdly vague details. i cant even explain them because i basically just remember extremely detailed images-- driving up an extremely steeep hill to get to a spring with a weird dam, driving through tons of fields in the hills seeing huge houses, a giant fun factory esque playground, driving down pine street but somehow feeling i was in salem still, ....,, screams. dreams fuck me up so much. i love having vivid dreams but its so strange to remember scenarios from dreams from years ago that are so wildly fantastical and have nothing to do with that imagery. 

[ahoefordisco]

Here is my dream last night

Tl;dr: i give birth at work and then some lions escape and i lose my son and rami and joe find him and name him brian may

Hello. I just woke up so here is my dream bc it was weird af. So i was working in Disney’s Hollywood Studios and I was VERY pregnant. So about 20 min into my shift I go into labor which is a big spook. So on my way to the back so I can, ya know give birth, these guests ask me how to get to the nurse. So i’m not really going too hard so I tell them ya know in between test track and mexico (which is where it is in epcot but we were in hollywood so idk why i said that))) so then i go have this baby and stuff but the baby if literally the size of the palm of my hand. Which is normal in this dream land bc no one was alarmed. So anyways i have this baby now and i go back to work but i open the door to get to park entry and it leads to the seal exhibit in animal kingdom (which doesnt even exist)) so i have to walk so carefully with my literal child and ask the lady that works there why i opened the door and it wasnt hollywood it was the seals. So she was like “idk man im off” and she hopped in the water and swam away and LEFT THE GATE OPEN and somehow a FUCKING LION got out and then a GIRAFFE and GORILLA all released into disney world and so i sprinted the other way towards this giant hill and i just slide down this hill until i realize i LEFT MY BABY BY THE SEALS so I had to run up the hill but he WASNT THERE so i gave up honestly. I was sad yeah but i didnt really want a baby and the lion and shit probably caused a lot of damage and it was safer for me to keep trying to escape. So i went back down the hilland then down ANOTHER hill and almost got hit by 5 different tractors or trucks and i was like p h e w back in the yeehaw (im from the yeehaw)) so i started to walk and i run into RAMI AND JOE and they are in survival clothes like they have been lost for years and this is the first human contact theyve had. So they take me over to their campsite and they have this nice lil set up with some tents and shit and a campfire and a pot over it to cook stuff and so we all sit down and start talking abt our life and stuff and im like yeah i just had a hecking baby and it got lost during all the chaos with the lion and then rami interrupted me so i said ‘oh sorry i wasnt done yet’ and RAMI OUR KING said ‘SORRY I DONT WANT TO HEAR U TALK ABOUT YOURSELF FOR TWENTY FUCKING MINUTES’ what a snap back rami really telling me so im all oh okay sorry and he continues talking abt how he FOUND A LITERAL BABY turns OUT rami malek and joe mazzello found my baby while they were lost in the woods and had been taking care of him and it turns out i had been on the run from the lions and stuff for 6 WEEKS!!!!! Anyways when Rami gave me my son back i was so glad to have him back even though i was considering putting him up for adoption (i decided it wasnt right at that moment)) and i said “wow thank u im so glad to have him back” with lil tears in my eyes and joe said “lil sad to see him go, we loved having lil bri around” RAMI AND JOE LITERALLY NAMED MY SON AFTER BRIAN MAY and thats not what his name was before but i just went along with it bc thats so precious and it really shows the struggle that happened that last few weeks.

If u read all that thank u very much i just didnt want to forget it bc its the most vivid dream ive had in a very long time~~~

[nightshits]

Day 5

118 hours

Blah blah blah Blah blah blah blah

More than halfway there. Only looking toward hour 171 since that’s when my next therapy session is. Once I get there I’m gonna get blazed (or we’ll see but for now that’s what’s got me going). Slept at 5am (wurrrthittt) and woke up at 915. Shallow breathing in the way your body’s tired but your mind is wired blah blah. Sweaty hands and feet blah. Sooore, my shoulders up to my neck. Can’t eat anything but dinners blah. Lost 7 pounds in less than a week (not blah, concerning). Good thing I have too much shit to finish today (hahah!) to stay in bed and mope and blah about how sobriety is actually a different fucking game entirely. My vision’s more HD daily. It’s a lot to take but I’m an extreme kid. I haven’t had dreams though. I remember the last time I quit (for a couple months) for my life insurance test I had the craziest, most vivid dreams (not exactly unenjoyable), like I wasn’t sleeping. That lasted for weeks. I haven’t gotten that yet, but my Sleep Cycle app shows I’ve been basically awake about 3-4 times through the night these past four nights, so maybe that’s why. Blah blah blah, speculation is so BORING.

(But I’m starting to realize that I really can’t be smoking if I want to (insert any goals/activities/hobbies/writing/learning). Not that People can’t in general, just me. Just because I’ve been using it to medicate myself, dull and distance myself from myself, have the most addictive personality I know. Always chasing, seeking a new addiction or distraction, in drugs substances people.)

Tbr I’m just trying to make it to hour 171, because that’s when my next therapy appointment is. Then I’m going to chimney the fuck up (maybe, but this is what keeps me going). Just one week. One week! God, these past days were so long and so far gone. I even forgot about my car in the shop. I should call them BLAH BLAH BLAH BOOOORING. I have too much shallow energy and even when I burn my body sore by running or whatever, my mind won’t stop racing. Sobriety’s another level but I’m realizing more that I like who I am sober. Negative chill, fucking eXXXtra, but also inappropriately nice to people. Make conversations with strangers or service people (well I been like that but it’s not even a thought anymore, coming off eager). So fuckin eager. So eager to engage and include others. Much less uncertain in social interactions, much less concern for bullshit I don’t have time for. Emotional - cried last night when my gf said my nose looks like Pac’s (and fuck post-poet, in my heart of hearts I wanna be a RAP STAR) (I’m getting that gold hoop). Anxieties but not like when I’m high (frozen paralyzed invisible cage of isolation and doom); more like amp amp amp amp GO GO GO AHHHH!!!@;82&/);92&:

It’s a good time, before Korea next week, before Europe next month. It’s supposed to be my best year this year, while Jupiter’s in Libra. I mean… I guess… I did get into grad school! And reconnect with my friends. And I have a great brother. Little to do with this year, but he’s great, one of the greatest things in my life. Our relationship recovered and gained so much ground this year, and I’m so thankful. I don’t think anyone knows how much I love him! And I’m still thankful that I was able to be there for the ways I could be a mother to him, and very compassionate to my child self where I failed or hurt him. I was a kid, he was a baby. Boundaries, boundaries, I know, but I know I’m going to do whatever I can to take care of him until the end. The people I need in this life, I can count on my fingers, and that’s all I need. Who needs more fingers? I’m grateful to even have one person love me but (one, two, three, four) five? Maybe five? And on a good day, so many more. I guess giving up an addiction brings real friends out of the woodwork of my brain, and I can see who sees me as who they know I can be, who love and believe in me. I guess because I’m asking and telling now too.

Anyway, this year’s supposed to be like, the hardest in 12 years for my beloved best friend and gf Scorpios. Maybe, huh? Except my girls’ real year of universal “luck” and support will begin sept 25(?), and I’m so excited for it. I think all the Scorpios I know need a goddamn break, a second to breathe and rest. Just slippin this in here bc they’ve been the best parts of this year.

[mlight93]

Wow I still can't fully express how and what I'm feeling.

I didn't believe or want to believe that Naya was missing. Then when a whole day went by and then two....I made up any crazy idea I could think of. Someone took her. She's stuck in the surrounding trees or something. Anything other than the possibility that she may have drowned and left us. I didn't even want to think of that. I prayed for some miracle that she may be still alive.

And then the news came out that her body was found and even then I didn't want to believe. It wasn't until I read why she drowned - saving her son - that I started crying. Thinking how brave she was and how scared she probably was but she most definitely put on a brave face for her son. How she made sure he was safe first and foremost. And how scared her son must have been alone on that boat until someone found him. Then I couldn't stop thinking about her. And I went back and watched all of my favorite brittana moments that shaped me so much and allowed me to learn so much about myself. Appreciating Naya's performance and how much she fought for us even though the show tried time and time again to belittle us and use us for their punchlines.

I cried myself to sleep thinking about her and her tragic death that came too soon. And I even had a dream that somehow she was saved. Then a nightmare so vivid of her drowning, I woke myself up from the shock. I hate that dream the most.

The next day I thought maybe I grieved enough. Maybe it wasn't affecting me anymore and then I watched some more brittana videos and just sobbed. I still can't believe that someone who was such an integral part in my growing up process is not here anymore.

Then again I thought, ok, I let it out, ill probably be ok soon. And then I see snippets of her here and there and I start crying again. I cried after seeing the pictures of the glee cast by the lake, after seeing hemo sitting alone. And every time, i keep thinking im done. And every time something new pops up and I start crying all of again. I really didn't think I would be this affected.

And then Heather's post. Fuck. It made me cry like a baby before I even got halfway through.

I'm just so heartbroken. And I have to pretend to be fine. And it feels like...like how it did when I watched them and no one knew I like girls. I had to hide my joy and my devastation at every up and down that brittana went through. And now I have to hide my sorrow and grief bc no one understands. No one understands what it means to be part of a fandom. How much it affects you and how you'll always carry a part of it around with you.

I stopped having anything to do with glee for a very long time but every once in a while, seeing naya and heather together still brought such joy.

Rest peacefully sweet Naya. I hope you know how important you were to so many people and how you've touched and saved so many lives. Your legacy will never be forgotten. You are loved and missed by so many.